i’d like to think i was born with ink in my veins and paper beneath my tongue. i have always written. before i had the words, i had the feeling, the pull, the need to capture a moment before it slipped away.

it has been notebooks and letters never sent, fanfiction, tumblr posts at midnight, back-and-forth stories with strangers, diary entries that felt like prayers.

now it’s poems whispered into tiktoks, books in progress, a screenplay unfolding and this soft little blog all stitched together with sighs and spellwork.

i’ve never had a loud voice but written words? they echo.

this is a quiet space for those who feel a lot and speak too little - for those who believe in the magic of metaphors and moonlight and musings that linger like perfume.

you are safe here and the words are waiting.

yours ever so truly,

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